All. Four. Seasons.

Oh what a blessing
To know you have felt this too
Heavy tilted stage

Yes I speak this way
To (of) my very great reward
Even in season

Like a wine at peak
So is my love in winter
Sell all for a sip

One weekend so grand
Claws on both sides of the door
But utterly scorned

Yes, I felt it too
I even called out to you
There was one small catch

Mom's (un)timely love
The awkwardness of honor
Stopping the primal

So I write to you
As I have for 13 years
Just a few months shy

What is a few months
In the face of forever?
Hard to tell at times 

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